At first it was just on the weekends. We’d go to Steve’s apartment for a few hours on a Friday or Saturday night and get high. After a while, Steve would usually get a call and have to go make a delivery. Paula and Lisa and I would drive around looking for a party.
Steve never took Paula out. They’d usually disappear into his room for a while while the rest of us watched TV and drank.
If it was an especially busy night for for Steve, we’d just stop by his apartment to pick up our coke and then we’d go to a gas station where we’d lock ourselves in the bathroom and line line up the coke on the back of the toilet.
One night Paula and Lisa and I were driving around looking for something to do while we waited for Lisa’s boyfriend, Kevin, to get off work. Kevin and his friend, Ron, knew where a party was and we were all going together. But first, we had to go to Steve’s apartment.
As we drove, we talked about boys, because that’s what girls do when they’re bored.
“How old were you the first time?” Lisa asked me.
“You waited that long?!”
“I didn’t even really start dating until I was sixteen,” I told her. “How was I supposed to do it before then?”
“Yeah, I was sixteen, too,” Paula said. “How old were you, Lisa?”
“Fourteen!” Paula said. “God! I still thought sex was gross when I was fourteen.”
“It is gross when you’re fourteen,” Lisa laughed.
“Then why’d you do it?” I asked.
“Cause he wanted me to go down on him and I think that is totally disgusting. So we compromised and I screwed him instead.”
“You mean you’d rather screw a guy than go down on him?” Paula asked.
“Of course!” she said. “I think giving head is the grossest thing in the world!”
“It beats getting pregnant,” I said.
“It’s like eating snot,” Lisa said.
“Gross!!” Paula and I chorused.
“No one dies from abortions anymore,” Lisa told me.
“I know. But I’d rather eat snot than get pregnant.”
“Hey,” Paula said. “Doesn’t Kevin want you to go down on him?”
“He does, but I won’t.”
“Doesn’t he get pissed?”
“He did in the beginning, because he’s never even had a blow job. But he understands how I feel so it’s okay now.”
“Besides,” Paula smiled. “You made a deal with him.”
Later, we picked up Ron and Kevin and went over to Steve’s apartment. Lisa, Paula and I each contributed twenty dollars and got half a gram of coke plus change for a couple of six packs. And because Steve was in a generous mood, he threw in a little extra for us.
By the time we were ready to leave, we were all pretty high and Steve convinced us to go to a party that he had heard about.
We all piled into Lisa’s Honda and drove to a run-down little house just outside of the city. Inside there were about 30 people playing drinking games and smoking pot.
We followed Steve to the kitchen where a group of people had a beer bong. A girl a little older than me was taking a turn on the bong. She picked up a piece of hose with a funnel attached to one end. She put the un-funneled end in her mouth and held the funnel up while a guy poured beer into it. The object of the game was to drink the entire beer without letting it spray all over the room.
We watched the girl do it and when she was through, everyone applauded.
“That was number six,” someone said.
The girl walked over to where we were standing. “Hi Steve,” she said. “How’s it going?”
“Hey Karen,” he said. “You’re doing pretty good on the bong.”
“I’m trying to break my record. I’ve only go eight more to go.”
“You’ll make it,” he told her.
“I hope so,” she said. “But if I puke I have to start all over again.”
“Why don’t you take a break?” Steve suggested.
“If you’ve got a reason for me to, I will.”
Steve smiled and patted his pocket where the coke was.
“That’s a good enough reason for me!” she said.
“Mary!” the girl called to her friend, who was about to take a turn on the bong. “Keep and eye on Jason for a minute. I’ve got some, uh … business to attend to.”
It wasn’t until then that I noticed a little boy hanging onto Karen’s hand. She led him over to the girl who was chugging a beer.
Paula leaned over to Steve. “Is he hers?” she asked.
“Yeah. She’s got a little girl too. She was married for a while, but the guy ditched her.”
Karen came back. “Ready!” she said.
“Okay. Where can we go?” Steve asked.
“Tina’s room,” she said.
Steve turned to us. “You ready for more?”
“Sure!” Kevin said.
We all followed Steve and Karen to the back of the house and went into a room that was littered with toys.
“We have to be quiet,” she said. “The baby’s sleeping.”
There was a crib against the wall on the far side of the room and between the slats I could see a little baby, not more than seven or eight months old.
To be continued …